General, cut off your sleeves!

Chapter 32: Misfortune Comes Out of Mouth

The sun was rising gradually, and the time for going to court was approaching, and there was a sudden commotion in the cell. They all looked at the source of the commotion, but because the distance was too far, they could only see two strong men carrying them from a cell. What happened, everything returned to calm soon.

The sudden movement interrupted the bearded man's thoughts, and he watched the whole process in astonishment for a moment, then thought of something, shook his head and put it aside for the time being.Mo Wanqing over there was not attracted by this little movement, and asked, "I want to know the whole process, and I can't let you go without knowing it!"

The bearded man smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's too late. If I had met you earlier, maybe I would have struggled for this hope of surviving, but...it's meaningless to say these things now. If you can get out, help me Take care of my wife and children, my house is in the donkey meat alley in the south of the city, the one with the big red banner hanging."

Before leaving, Mo Wanqing naturally agreed well, but he still persuaded the bearded man to make the final fight. He still felt that he could declare any grievances...

Suddenly, he realized that it was already past the time for his ascension, and the jailer did not come to take him, so he said in doubt, "Hey, I'm afraid it will be postponed today, and the noise just now is probably a dead person. You just wait." Wait, if the class is still open, I will come to mention you."

Speaking of the dead, he was very calm. Dead people in the prison were nothing. There were too many people suffering from serious diseases and unable to survive the punishment, so the commotion was only for a short moment.

However, this "little matter" delayed today's session until the next day. In the afternoon, the jailer came to inform him from a distance, and Mo Wanqing learned that today's session had been cancelled.

"It shouldn't be, it's just a dead person, it will be fine in a while, there is no need to delay the business..."

The bearded man was still muttering in wonder, and his dinner was delivered, which was as rich as noon. With a wry smile, he grabbed the jailer and asked first, "Brother, can you tell me the time?"

Thinking that the dying person had been imprisoned here for so many years, it was somewhat of a weak feeling, so I told him straightforwardly that it was only two days later.

The bearded man seemed to just ask the last question, and after the question, he enjoyed the meal calmly, and laughed at himself: "I haven't eaten anything human in 20 years, it's really cool, and this burning knife is really fun, it's a pity We are too far apart, why don't we have a drink with my brother!"

Mo Wanqing only felt sad, the bearded man was the only person here who treated him well, but he didn't expect fate to be so shallow, and it would be a farewell in an instant.

But he is also a senior man, and he is not a sour scholar. He can't say anything nasty, and his life is hanging by a thread. The situation that seems to be improving will fall into the abyss at any time.Now even he can't predict what the future will be like, even if his current illness will get better...

Relatively speechless, Mo Wanqing dozed off unknowingly, but was awakened by the sound of people walking and talking in the middle of the night, and when she looked up, she was shocked on the spot.

Beard!

There is a large black-red jet liquid on the wall, one can imagine how bright the color was just sprinkled.And there was a person leaning against the wall, no, it should be said to be a corpse, he hung his head stiffly, and looking down was a blood-stained hand, and something fell out of the half-open hand.

The same people as in the morning went in and put the person on the stretcher, covered it with a white cloth, and carried it out quickly.

Mo Wanqing watched this scene dumbly, and he even heard some jailers commenting: "Poor thing, he can really survive 20 years, and I wouldn't be able to survive long ago."

It is true that he has stayed here for an unprecedentedly long time, but his affairs cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences, otherwise there would not be these 20 years.

"It doesn't matter if it lasts, how can I go out after coming here, you see, his 20 years have not been nothing."

"Hey, you came early, do you know if he is a spy?"

"Does it matter now whether it is or not..."

As they walked further and further away, their voices gradually weakened and disappeared. Mo Wanqing stared at that corner for a long time without making a sound...

The imprisoning of the eldest maid in Zhang's mansion undoubtedly caused Boss Zhang to fall into anxiety. He called all the people in front of his daughter to the lobby. He had to figure out the whole story today.If the "murderer" he firmly grasped was wronged, how should he deal with himself?

Two women, three servant girls and a few miscellaneous servants knelt side by side on the ground shivering.Even if the old man's temper wasn't good in the past, it became even weirder after the young lady left. It's common to beat and scold him, let alone such a big matter involving the young lady, it must be a layer of skin.

Regardless of whether they knew it or not, the group of people had to spit it out, and they were not allowed to hide anything.And the more he asked, the more frightened he became. It turned out that he hadn't noticed so many details, and it turned out that it wasn't him at all...

Dejectedly, he directed people to take these servants down to take care of them, but he slumped on the chair for a long time.

Did he really blame the wrong person?Could it be that the person who killed his daughter was really Song Qian?

The only son of the grand master, and the son of an old man, he has been extremely favored since he was a child, and he is a person in the uppermost circle of the capital... Is this kind of person he, an ordinary businessman, can fight against?

At first, she didn't believe it, and she connected everything together after confronting the maid. After all, Mo Wanqing is only a 13-year-old boy, and even if someone secretly passes on a song, her daughter must like it.Secondly, he has only been in the capital for a long time, so he probably doesn't even know how to get around the capital in such a short time, and he wants to meet and fall in love with his daughter, which may be very low.

He didn't think about one of these doubts before, and the second thing about the red element appeared too suddenly and developed too fast. He didn't have time to think about it and was dazzled by hatred. When I got in touch, I found something was wrong.

It's great to wake up, but it's too late, he has been entangled with Mo Wanqing, an irrelevant person, for so long, and the real master may be enjoying himself in the gold market.Thinking of this, his heart throbbed. No way, he had to go to Song Qian, for his daughter's infatuation, and to know the reason why her daughter died in vain!

That night, Boss Zhang asked someone to hitch up a carriage and headed straight to the center of the wealthy capital, where most of the honorable families in the capital lived.

How could it be so easy to see the only son of the Grand Master?Anyway, after hearing about his intentions, Boss Zhang was coaxed out by the gatekeeper sneeringly.

"I don't even look at what I look like, and I don't even have a serious greeting card when I come to see the young master."

Greeting posts are just a way of saying, every day Song Qian receives hundreds or even less than double digits of greeting posts, so he can't really go to all these posts, but pick out two when he is in a good mood I'm back, and I don't even look at it when I'm in a bad mood.

Even so, there would still be a lot of greeting posts handed to him every day. To Song Qian, these were just rubbish that wanted to cling to her, and most of them would not bother to look at them.

Today's Boss Zhang is also unlucky, he just happened to go out to relax, and he is living comfortably in Wenrou Township, so why would he care about such a bad old man.What's more, the concierge is also a little discerning, and one can tell at a glance that this kind of person doesn't bother to say a word of dismissal, just send him away.

So Boss Zhang, who was full of anger and looking for an explanation, couldn't even touch the edge of the door, but although he was driven out in a panic, it didn't mean he had to give up.

Can't you just let me in and wait?

After waiting for Yue Xixie to see the luxurious chariot, when the servant opened the curtain, Boss Zhang knelt down straight in front of the sedan chair, scaring the servant beside him.

The concierge was even more terrified and rushed to find someone to take him away. It was strange, he had obviously driven him away just now, so why did he still take advantage of the loophole!

But before he could meet him, Boss Zhang was the first to say, "Young Master Song doesn't have any kind of woman, but why did you insist on messing with my daughter, and made her go away at a young age!"

Song Qian looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with disgust, and waved her hand to ask the servants to drive him away. He was planning to go back to rest after he was almost finished, who would have the time to waste such trouble.

Besides, he has made all the arrangements, there are ghosts for the dead, so there is no need for him to worry about it.

But he didn't think that Boss Zhang would never let go of this opportunity, and hugged his thigh tightly, not letting him move. His skinny face looked even more terrifying because of worrying about his daughter for a long time, like a ghost.

Song Qian was taken aback by being hugged by him suddenly, and when she saw his face, her soul was gone, and her entire face was pale.Seeing that the master is frightened, can the people next to him sit and watch?He hastily dragged Boss Zhang away.

Song Qian who was frightened pointed at him and cursed: "You are so brave, you dare to scare me, come and drag me down and beat me!"

As for his daughter's claim?Hmph, the daughters who died in his house in previous years were not one or two, they were just women, and there will be more if they are gone. This old man is probably out of his mind.

Ordinary people don’t dare to say a word of nonsense even if they know that he lost someone. With his background, it’s not a show. No matter how resentful his daughter is, he can’t be so stupid as to risk his own life.

Don't tell me, there are people so stupid. Boss Zhang was beaten half to death, and his old bones were broken in several places, but he seized every opportunity to crawl back to Song Qian's side, and asked for an explanation. , Song Qian was so angry that she turned her head and went back home. As for his life and death, hehe.

Boss Zhang once had someone beat Mo Wanqing like this. At that time, he stood on a high place and looked down on him as an ant, but now that the ant has become himself, he knows how uncomfortable it is.His fists and feet rained down on his body, and the pain was so painful that it was useless to roll around without any image.

It wasn't until he stopped moving that several tired servants stopped. One person stepped forward and touched his nose and shook his head at the others. The rest of them were startled but reacted quickly. , pushing the cart of the cart, and the rest hurriedly dealt with the traces on the ground.

And Boss Zhang's body was thrown far away in the mass grave, and he hastily covered it with weeds and left.

They were already familiar with doing these things, and after throwing them away, they calmly turned their heads and returned home. The guilt in their hearts had long been polished away, and Boss Zhang would just become another topic of conversation in their mouths.

But what they didn't know was that not far away, Boss Zhang's "corpse" suddenly shook violently a few times, and then returned to calm...